J. entreats us to "make sure there is at least one wild party while I am gone, drop acid and watch bullfights. Don't forget to sell Katie into slavery."
6sep2000
It all started one fateful night, sitting around the kitchen table on a typical 3-11 late night. It started as a trickle at first – the odd comment here, nonsensical remark there – but it wasn't too long before we realised that we were funny, and stupid, and said funny stupid things all the time. Some of these comments were profound social commentary and some were profoundly dumb. Some we can be proud and keep our heads high from comments that we've said and some of us are embarrassed, disgraced, and rightfuly so. But the message book kept no secrets! So here it is, in all it's unabashed glory, for all the world to see,
THE 311 MESSAGE BOOK!!
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